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Post by amouri on Mar 22, 2009 3:12:32 GMT -6
((great Butcher shop in the sky XD Yeah, that could work out. Barry does need a proper life. Come on Havoc!))
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Post by aspiredeathe on Mar 22, 2009 5:58:05 GMT -6
Jean flinched slightly at the mention of the dresses again. Did Kimblee really have to go around telling everyone? He was really starting to believe that the man really did enjoy the fact that he'd be wearing a dress. As his 'superior' conversed with the psychopath, the blonde had to agree with the words 'Hideous? Crazy? Strange? Bloodthirsty', yup the metal guy seemed to fit it. "I actually meant you're a soul attached to armour." But that was now rather apparent, what with the holes and lack of blood.
He kept his gun trained, even when Kimblee rivalled the guard's bloodlust. The Alchemist could probably take him, but there was always that chance, especially with the way he was glancing, if you could call it that, at the knife he'd dropped. If only the knew where his seal was, then they'd have some sort of leverage on him. It. Barrry. Wait?! Barry? "You're that Barry?! You almost killed a friend of mine." His eyes narrowed dangerously as he blew out smoke. He didn't trust this guy one bit and ended up spluttering his cigarette out at Kimblee's offer. His eyes snapped to the long haired man, wide with disbelief. "Are you insane?! He'd probably kill us on the first night!" Okay, asking Kimblee if he was insane was mostly a rhetorical question, but surely this man does have a brain? "It's going completely against our charter to let a convicted criminal out and even more so to allow him to accompany us on a mission. Do you really want to end up back in prison?" Even worse, he'd get a sentence to because he went along with it, even if he was only following orders.
[OoC: Again my bad for taking so long ^^ I'll be more active starting from now ^^ How awkward will it be to stuff Barry in a dress and sneak him into Lior? xD]
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Post by amouri on Mar 22, 2009 11:33:56 GMT -6
Barry nearly sighed in relief. Good, so now he's not so wary of me. Better stick to that."So ya do remember? Heh, yeah sorry about that. I guess i have a knack of making up irritating songs. Was the only way i could have fun around there, pissing of the guards." He groaned at the mention of cross-dressing. "Geez, don't even get me started at that, worst decision i ever made. Of course it was necessary so as not to be caught, but you should have met some of the guys that tried to invite me out." He shuddered at the thought. "Though of course they didn't live much longer after that. Its always nice to have the victims actually want to know more about you." He considered Kimblee's offer. After all, things were getting rather boring around there, why not give it a shot? "Well, if there really is an opportunity for me to get out of this hell hole, I'll gladly take it. I've been mucking around here for who knows how long. It would be nice to enjoy the fresh air for a change." He giggled slightly. "Heh...that is it would be if i had a body capable of breathing. Ah well, I've learned to live with it. If its possible to call this wretched state I'm in 'living'." He looked up at Havoc. "Yep, you geussed right. I'm nothing but a soul in a can." He looked down at his knife, and then shrugged. "Yeah, 'kay fine. I won't chop you, and you get me out of this place." He chuckled slightly. "Not that theres much meat on ya anyway. But your friend on the other hand-" He leered at the spluttering Havoc. "-ya sure you really need him? I could take care of him if you like." He listened to Havocs remark as he seemed to recognize him. "I nearly killed one of your friends? Now thats something knew. My memory aint what it used to be. Pray, who is this friend you claim has escaped me?" ((LOL yeah, either they have to get him a VERY big dress, or they have to pretend that they're trying to sell an antique suit of armour. Be a little bit awkward though trying to lug him round, and him having to sit still. Barry isn't the quiet type. XD i liked the way Havoc when't "Him. It. Barry." Barry comes way below it. My little brother just played a really evil trick on me. He tried to convince me that Alphonse was hiding under my bed. And of course i couldn't help looking. FAIL. -_-" thats when it occurs to you that you may be taking the fangirlyness too far.))
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Post by Zolf J Kimblee on Mar 22, 2009 14:36:56 GMT -6
"Oh pffft!" He answered Havoc non-chalantly. "I'll handle the big lug. If you're scared, I'll give you a teddy to hold at night. A teddy with fangs."
"Or..." he added with a lazy grin and mischievous sparkle in his eye, "You can slip between my covers and I'll protect ya." He didn't really mean it, but he wanted to fluster his poor temporary subordinate.
He strode forward and picked up the butcher knife on the floor next to Barry. He ran his fingertip over it's edge and it cut into his flesh with ease. "Ouch! You don't play around, big fella!" he said as he popped his finger in his mouth to suck the blood off. He slid the thing into his inside jacket pocket and it hung like a weight, making his uniform hang lopsided. "And no...you needn't 'take care' of my compatriot." he answered casually, "and I'm not skinny, I'm....sinewy." he finished, slightly offended.
He did wonder how they were going to sneak a giant, tittering metal serial killer out of HQ. Well, it was almost nighttime and they'd have to wait till then at any rate. The only real obstacle he foresaw was running into Mustang or any of his lemmings. Most everyone else steered a wide path around him and never asked him questions. They just avoided him like the deadly plague he was. If he could manage to get him to his private quarters, they'd be 95 percent in the clear.
"Got any ideas how we can sneak this fella out of here, Havoc?"
[Thats okay, I've got a rascally Kimblee hiding under my bed! XD He's like a cat...he likes to attack feet before you get under the covers. >.< Heeee!! Huzzah for overactive imaginations! *raises glass in toast*]
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Post by aspiredeathe on Mar 22, 2009 16:25:28 GMT -6
Jean frowned at the butcher's apparent failing memory. "Remember a little blonde kid you were gonna kill? The one that got you busted?" It was almost a sneer, yet he managed to stay just above such a level. At Kimblee's words, he sent the man a well deserved glare, his cheeks admitting a pink hue at the awkward comment. As he cut his finger, he felt like saying 'serves you right' but found it a bit childish and thus chose to snort at the 'sinewy' remark.
"Che. Chief's gonna roast me alive for this." He ran a hand through his hair in frustration, he was by no means agreeing to this new partnership, but in truth, the 2nd Lieutenant didn't really have much choice. "Boss has left early, so you won't run into him. And seeing as Hawkeye's been likely coaxed into driving him.." This left Falman, Breda and Fuery, but they were most likely to be pulling all nighters on some case. "Anyone else would be using the exits furthest away from here." He scratched his chin, while his other hand pulled another cigarette out of his pocket, his firearm long holstered. "And for the damn mission-" He was practically grumbling now, after all, why did he have to come up with all the ideas?" Since when do two 'apparently' frail women travel without a body guard?" He lit his new cancer stick with success, the flame momentarily casting out the shadows on his face.
[OoC: How else would one describe Barry? xD If you guys can come up with a better way for sneaking that chunk of metal across th border feel free to burst Jean's bubble xD]
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Post by amouri on Mar 23, 2009 4:18:55 GMT -6
((YAAAAY!!! Huzzah to that! I'm glad I'm not the only one Sometimes when i have to go outside in the evening to get the horses to bed i keep thinking i can hear this crazy sniggering -_- Barry hides in the stable xD Also once my friend wanted to play a joke on me, she had gone out of the room for a moment, and when she came back she stood on tiptoe and knocked on the door high up, and then she said "Hey, its Alphonse, can i come in?" She had expected me to go "Ha ha, very funny." But all she heard was a frightened squeak, and when she opened the door i had fallen off my chair X3)) Barry's fingers twitched slightly as Kimblee slipped his knife inside his pocket. Well, what else could you expect? It was obvious that it would take some time before they trusted him enough to give him his knife back. But still, he felt a little bit vulnerable without his knife. He snapped up his head at Havocs remark "WHAT?! Not that little shit Elric?" He narrowed his eyes dangerously "You a friend of his? He's the little brat that got me into this mess! Its his fault that I'll never be able to be human again! If i had him right here...Why, i would show him just exactly how it is like to be unwillingly torn from your body! I would slice him up till not even his mother would be able to recognize him! If i ever meet him again...I will make him regret that he ever tried saving that little friend of his!" Barry balled his hands into fists, trembling with hate. ((Sorry, but i don't like Edward. And i can imagine that Barry must really hate him. By the way, do you think Barry should know who Alphonse is? He left just after he fought with him, so technically he shouldn't know anything else about him at the time.))
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Post by Zolf J Kimblee on Mar 23, 2009 13:30:03 GMT -6
[Actually he would know who Alphonse is, because when he was messing with the poor kids head over the whole identity thing, Alphonse told him his name shortly before Scar burst onto the scene "I'm Alphose! Alphonse Elric!" Yeah, some scenes I could practically recite line for line. ] "Good idea, Havoc!" he replied, "You're just chock full of good ones. I'm glad I have you along. You just be the brains, and I'll take all the credit." he finished with a wink. He deftly snatched the cigarette from Havoc's mouth and took a long drag off it. "Better get used to doing less of this too. It's not lady like." he sniggered. "People might wonder, you know." He flung the cigarette off into the distance. He stood there, arms folded. A smug smile set on his face and he watched back and forth at the confrontation between the other two.
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Post by amouri on Mar 23, 2009 13:56:35 GMT -6
((Yeah, but i was thinking Barry left the lab just after that, but in this situation he's still there. Oh, never mind. Logic has no meaning in the magical world of manga. I haven't seen the episodes with Kimblee Dx cus in the beginning i thought the series was based entirely on the manga and as I'm still reading it i didn't want to spoil any of it. Then i found out that the plot differs slightly in the anime, but at that time nearly all the english episodes were deleted from youtube. And i live in dumb Denmark were they've only just begun publishing the manga, so they haven't broad casted the series yet >.<))
"...Well, if he really is your friend i hope you'll introduce me to him sometime." leered Barry. "I reckon I'd have a nice little chat with him, you know, dwelling in the past. I reckon he'd need a coffin after wards though, a specially made one that matches his puny height. Heh, wouldn't mind having a talk with his brother either. Poor little brat, just wouldn't listen when i told him the truth. Denied everything. 'Oooh noo, i can't be fake, cus my brother has been looking for the stone all these years, stop lyyying, I'm pathetic widdle Alphonse Elric, buhuuu you're so eeevil, if I'm not real, then how can you prove your existence? Bwuuuhuuu Nii-san save meee!' HA!" Barry finished off his high pitched imitation with a snort. "I need no proof of my existence. Its not me thats a pitiful little whiner with an arrogant big brother."
He looked questioningly at Kimblee. "So what is this mission you want me in on? I don't wanna get messed up into anything too risky."
((Geez, that was hard. Making my ultimate favorite character look like a crybaby. I think thats the only thing me and Barry disagree on. YAAY i worked out how to get pics in the siggy! I made the animations in imageready.))
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Post by aspiredeathe on Mar 23, 2009 14:54:32 GMT -6
Jean frowned, he didn't like the way the butcher was talking about Ed. But he wouldn't say anything, it would only aggravate the situation and unlike the hunk of metal he'd been exchanging words with, he could actually be killed. Well, so could Barry, once you knew where the damn blood seal was. "His mother's already passed away so tough luck on that one." He'd only just managed to take a drag before his cigarette was unceremoniously taken from between his lips. With a protest in his throat, his hand about to make to grab it, he could only twitch his eye as Kimblee inhaled from his cig, promptly throwing it away after an addition to their cover. Jean didn't care whether the man was planning on takig all the credit, truth be, he really didn't want anything to do with this mission. But to steal the man's cig. And then tell him he's not allowed anymore? Did that long haired bastard not understand the meaning of addiction? "You can't-" He cut himself off, biting his lip before turning his head away sharply. Of course the damn alchemist could, he was the superior officer here. Che. Just my damn luck. And the fact that Barry was now squealing away didn't help improve his mood. "That's cos you're a pitiful person. Your only means to live was taking others lives. Take that away and your nothing." His tone was eerily calm, yet had a bitter taste." And just how messed up can you get? You're already dead." He folded his arms over his chest, leaning against the wall as he frowned at the ugly tiles on the floor.
[D'aww xD Jeanie's in a prissy mood..And your animations are awesome ^^ Don't lose your head nao]
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Post by amouri on Mar 23, 2009 16:02:58 GMT -6
((Bwaaa you meanie. Poor Barry, you hit him right where it hurts.))
Barry was silenced by Havocs remark. It had hit him in a place he didn't know he had. "I-" His words caught in his throat. Rage swirled through him, blended with doubt, and a strange hopelessness.
He regained his posture and growled menacingly "You better watch it blondie. No one insults me and gets away alive. One of these days you may find that you have a knife buried in your spine. And then you'll be sorry. And so what if I'm dead? If I'm not human, you can't blame me for my actions. Just like you can't blame a cat for killing a rat. It may not be human to kill without reason, but seeing as i can't be regarded as 'human' anymore, that rule shouldn't apply to me."
Though in his words he casually stated the fact that he wasn't human, an instinctive misery of not being properly alive still had its firm grip on him. But he'd much rather scratch of his own blood seal than admit that to Havoc.
He glanced obviously at Kimblees pocket again, just to unsettle Havoc.
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Post by Zolf J Kimblee on Mar 24, 2009 4:26:42 GMT -6
Zolf wagged his finger at Barry as he noticed the glowing eyes shift toward the weighted pocket the butchers knife was haning in. "Tsk, tsk! Don't be getting ideas now. If you want to see outside these dreary walls, you best not intimidate or threaten my subordinates." "As for the mission? You know just about as much as me and 'Blondie' here know." he added. "It reeks of an overblown Frank Archer drama-in-the-making if you ask me." He turned to Havoc and snorted, "Calm down, Havoc! I don't mean you can't ever smoke, I just mean don't be doin' it in drag in front of other people. Other than that? Knock yourself out. I just snatched your cigarette to mess with ya!" he snickered. He put his arm around Jeans shoulders and shook him playfully with a devilish grin. "You make it sooo easy too! You need to lighten up a bit, ya know? I got this saying: 'If you take yourself too seriously, your tragedy will become comedy to everyone around you.' Pretty damn deep, huh?" He laughed at himself and gave Havoc a 'mock' punch on the shoulder. "C'mon you guys...this place is dreary, boring and I want a drink... and a smoke or three. And....maybe our new pal, Barry can give us a girly-like makeover for the mission." he snickered. "And in case you're wondering, yeah, it does tickle the shit out of me...playing dress-up as the fairer sex and all. We'll just find you a purdy wig to cover up that unruly feather duster you got going on." he added, as a cheap shot, to Havoc. He chuckled and turned on his heel, sinking his hands in his pants pockets as he whistled a carefree tune down the hall. [For some reason, I very easily picture him whistling the 'Kill Bill' tune! XD You know...I wish the anime pictures would be consistent about Kimblee's eye color. (And his name spelling!!) Are they brown? Golden? Brownish-goldish-hazel? The fan-girl consensus seems to favor gold or gold-hazel though Ohhhh!! You have horses?? I'm so jealous! I've always wanted one of my own. *wraps arms around knees and rolls back and forth on the floor, whingeing for a pony*]
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Post by amouri on Mar 24, 2009 5:59:46 GMT -6
Barry snorted and took his eyes off Kimblees pocket. For now he would try not to scare Havoc. But if he ever got the chance...
Barry sniggered at Kimblees remark about Havocs hair. "Feather duster, that surely fits. A shame my body ain't capable of squeezing into a dress no more. Or at least it would be if i didn't know how damn humiliating it is. Well. cool it Havoc, you ain't the only one with frizzy hair. Or well, if mine can count as hair....or...Well to be frank I'm not sure what it is. Some kind of fur or something. I've never really thought much about it to be honest." He reached up and took his head off with a slight 'clack' and then began examining it. "I'm not quite sure, but i think the skull is a result of a chimera experiment gone wrong. And the fur they've kinda just glued to it."
He never tired of the strange sensation of looking at yourself through your disconnected head. He had used to bug 48 all the time in the beginning by randomly juggling with his head, trying to get the younger slicer to join in as well. But then he had begun roaming the halls alone, not seeing the slicer brothers for days.
He chuckled and held his head out in front of him "To kill, or not to kill, that indeed is the question. And the answer is yes!" He swung his head around by the ragged mane it was connected to and shifted to wards Havoc. "Does this make ya dizzy fella?" He leered from his spinning head.
((Yep, an old Welsh mountain/Arabian pony and a six-year-old shetland stallion. Don't get too envious though, its a heck lot of work. I've always seen Kimblee with yellow eyes to be frank. And yeah, actually for a long time i thought his name was spelled Kimberly or Kimbly. @_@ confusing.))
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Post by Zolf J Kimblee on Mar 24, 2009 6:55:00 GMT -6
[Ooc Actually, the dustmop remarks were directed to Havoc, along with the dress-up bit. Sorry if I made it seem confusing.
When I was 14, I used to feed and groom this one lady's horse. She had about 12 of them, but only one of them was rideable. I'd feed and groom them just in exchange for being able to ride the one horse. What a rube I was! XD]
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Post by amouri on Mar 24, 2009 6:57:03 GMT -6
((ok, that explains it. I thought you were talking to Barry. XD Barry: *SWEAT* Really? It was my mom that got the urge to have horses. It came as quite a shock to me, seeing as i knew we coulden't afford one, let alone two, so i never asked for one. Not once. But then we suddenly became slightly richer. And then our days as horse owners began ^_^))
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Post by aspiredeathe on Mar 24, 2009 15:15:54 GMT -6
Jean turned his head away slightly as Barry rampaged slightly. "I never said you weren't human. As far as I'm concerned, Al is as much as a living person as I am, he's just a little..misplaced." He explained, not that he cared much for being on Barry's good side, well at least up till the point that he was sure the butcher wouldn't stab his spine, as he'd kindly put it.
He glared at Kimblee, why did that bastard always have to tease him like that? Jean Havoc was a man that ran on nicotine. It was kind of like how Archer just had to be a pompous prat. He tried to shake Kimblee's arm off him, having to listen to the man half yelling in his ear before receiving a punch to the arm, even if it was as a 'playful' gesture. "It depends on how one defines 'deep'."He muttered bringing a hand to his hair self-consciously. Pulling out another cig, now that Kimblee had already started walking, he lit it, inhaling and hoping to rid himself of these aggravations. Though for them to be permanently removed, that would involve in him committing double homicide, but he was pretty sure that he could get away with Barry's death as vandalism.
Trudging after his superior, he stopped short as the murdeer practically shoved his head in front of him. He didn't find it the least bit dizzy'ing(Is that a word?) yet would have been rather freaked if he didn't know Alphonse. 'Cause let's face it, a talking head is pretty disturbing.
[I've never been one for horses. I do love sheep though xD I adopted one at the farm nearby..He's really fluffy it's really weird, cos most of them have this wirey feel going on... Ohh, I have rode a horse once, he was called Paint and was, you guessed it, a paint horse xD overly friendly too)
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Post by amouri on Mar 25, 2009 1:04:54 GMT -6
Barry chuckled and placed his head upon his nonexistent neck once more. "Well now I'm definitely dizzy. Or at least i would be if i had a balance nerve. Though of course i haven't, so I'm not..." He added with a quiet sigh.
So it seemed he was finally going to get out of this miserable place. Of course he would probably have preferred it if it was just him getting out. But since he had failed to find an exit that was big enough for his body while looking all these years, he guessed that he'd just have to go along. Who knows? Maybe it was an advantage having human companions in the outside world.
He ((Waddled? For some reason i always reckon he's waddling because he's so fat XD)) walked alongside Havoc, watching Kimblee ahead. Everything was perfect. Though of course he was still missing the familiar weight of his knife. He glanced at Havoc as he took another cigarette, raising his eyebrows critically.
"Is your brain like incapable of functioning if you ain't got one of those stuck in your mouth?" He asked rather rudely.
((Weee sheep :3 they're really cute. Well, to be honest i think all animals are cute. Including Barry XD (What else can he be? I always see him as this cute fuzzy widdle psycho- dragon or something. XD) I even love spiders, i think they've got really sad eyes. And it maximizes the effect that they've got six of them X3 Our horses are named Paulo and Sigitur. Well actually Paulo is called Palle, but as it's a danish name i doubt anybody else can pronounce it. My mom definitely can't.))
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Post by aspiredeathe on Mar 25, 2009 15:00:33 GMT -6
Glancing to his side as the lump of metal noisily walked beside him, Jean took a deep drag, knowing this silence wouldn't last long. And he was right. "I can function perfectly well without it. It just helps against stress." He said with emphasis "And besides, you never heard of the word addiction?" Although, when smoking, he did seem to come up with some good stuff, for example "How are we getting him out of here anyway?" He'd noticed, by the way Barry walked, that he may not actually ft through the door he and Kimblee had passed through.
[OoC: I used to like spiders till my brother traumatized me one day xD I can't remember what he done, but my mother says I didn't stop screaming for over an hour... Now that you mention it, Barry is like a liddle widdle dragon xD And I've always considered Jean to be a puppy XD Just give him love and he'll follow you home]
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Post by Zolf J Kimblee on Mar 25, 2009 19:31:07 GMT -6
Zolf turned around, scratched his head thoughtfully and asked Barry, "Do your arms detach? I mean... if you can't fit through the door, we might be able to take the arms off and carry them through then put them back on again." He favored Barry with one of his lazy grins, "Of course, that would require that you trust us to put them back on." Kimblee joked and made light of everything, but that was because life was sometimes just too damn serious not to. Equivalent exchange demanded that someone counterbalance all the seriousness with a lighter approach. He saved seriousness for his 'work' He laughed at Havocs oxymoronic statement. "Spoken like a true addict! Only an addict would call themselves an addict, then turn around say they don't need their 'fix' " He never bothered trying to be anything but the annoying jackass he was unless it would benefit him somehow, or when dealing with his superiors. He was basically an antisocial loner by nature, in spite of his prattling on. He knew no one liked him, cut a wide path around him and for the most part he didn't care. But it rankled somehow in a way he couldn't explain. Made him resentful. After all..even a dangerous 'psycho' like himself got lonely. But then he'd turn around passive-aggressively push himself into peoples faces, invading their personal space. It was the safest way to make any human contact without making himself appear vulnerable or god forbid, 'needy' [At least Barry is cuddly-cute in his metal body. There's nothing really 'cuddly' about Kimblee unless you're a strange breed of animal like myself. Kimblee's the kind of character people love to hate, but I see him as sort of an underdog, like poor Bido. Nobody wuvs him...waahhh! Ah well...I love the mean bastid ]
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Post by amouri on Mar 26, 2009 3:06:57 GMT -6
Barry snorted. "Pfah! I never understood the use of those pungent things. Why poison your lungs and the air when you can get rid of excessive stress by hacking someone up? It makes the meat bad as well. Can't sell anything if somebody has been smoking near it." He noticed Havocs glances and his hints. "Er...Yeah, well, i can't exactly say that I'm as slim as i used to be..." He scratched the back of his head awkwardly. "I've been looking for an exit thats big enough for me ever since it began getting to quiet around here." ((I imagine he can't even see his feet xD CHU GOTTA LOSE SOME WEIGHT BARRY!)) He chuckled nervously at Kimblees suggestion. "Naah, I'm afraid not. They're not meant to be taken off. And it would be too risky to just take them off with force, seeing as i only can regain my use of them if the one who bound me to this thing repairs it. The front plate can be taken off though..." Barry considered his choices. He could either let them take him safely apart, or they would have to take his arms off. He knew that the only way he could get out safely was if they took his breast plate and head off. But then his blood seal would be exposed- And he was not quite sure if he could trust them not to take advantage of it. Of course they could easily go without him- it was not like they were in desperate need of him. Barry sighed. He would not look forward to staying behind after having the chance of escaping. "Ok fine. The only bits in my armour that can be taken off are my head and my front plate. The rest is linked together with chain mail and leather. Would that give enough room for me to get through?" ((YAAAY changed my sig. Though now theres only room for two pics T.T is the one that my freind sent to me too big? (but ain't he cute? X3 omg i had a little fit when she first sent it to me. Shes gonna try and make a younger version of Al and Slicer too.) You're right, Kimblee isn't evil. He's just- Tragically misunderstood. Like Barry :3 GREED AND ROY are characters you would love to hate. Not kimblee. (at least in my case )))
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Post by aspiredeathe on Mar 26, 2009 13:48:19 GMT -6
Jean merely snorted at Kimblee's comment "I never said I needed it. And I never denied it either. I won't quit either, I like the taste." He mumbled more to himself than the others. He leaned towards Barry, getting a good look at hsi joints, a sigh escaping his lips along with smoke. "Hmm, he's right, unless you know some kind of blacksmith that doesn't mind fixing up a haunted suit of armour, we're gonna have to go with his plan." Jean Havoc had never expected there to be a day where he would be agreeing with a homicidal butcher. Who'd died once already. But then again, he'd also never have thought he'd be having to call Zolf Kimblee, of all people, 'Sir'. The world really did work in odd ways.
"Well, take off your.. front plate and head. The door's just over there." He rubbed the back of his neck, find this rather awkward. Telling a man who wore a suit of armour, or more like a suit of armour that wore a man, to take off his front plate was kind of like asking another guy to undress. In some sense. It's awkward just being around these two. He dead panned his companions a look as he wondered what the world was coming too.
[OoC: Kimblee is like an unsociable bastard that you just want to play Go Fish with xD And I dunno why, but I see Mustang and Greed as tragic heroes, striving for their dreams yet loosing more than they ever wished for in the process.]
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